when the party's over, hockstetter 𝜗𝜚

iii. oh no!

❨ WHEN THE PARTY'S OVER ❩
CHAPTER THREE:
OH NO!

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"pat? wake up, dad's calling us for breakfast." a small, unfamiliar voice whispers in the eighteen-year-old boy's ear, causing him to stir in his sleep.

he slowly begins to drift back into a soft slumber, but just as darkness consumes him, the voice whispers again.

"come on, patty! he made eggs and waffles." at the sound of a giggle, patrick's eyes snap open widely, his heart hammering in his chest.

he anxiously turns his head towards where the voice came from, nearly shitting himself at the sight of a dark haired little boy.

his eyes are a soft, icy blue, mirroring the tranquil hue of patrick's own gaze.

"how the fuck did you get in my room, squirt?"

"my name's not squirt, it's avery!" the young boy giggles again, sending goosebumps up the elder boy's arms.

"you're not real."

a small pout graces avery's face, a disappointed sigh escaping his lips as he wraps his tiny arms around patrick's neck.

patrick sits uncomfortably still until the young boy reaches down and wraps his arms around his small frame.

"why is this happen—"

"it's time for me to go now, okay? i love you, patty."

before the older of the two can fully form a thought, avery hockstetter vanishes as if he had been nothing more than a wisp of smoke.

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"pat? wake up, your dad's calling us for breakfast." a small, unfamiliar voice whispers in the eighteen-year-old boy's ear, soft lips brushing against his skin and causing him to stir in his sleep.

he visibly shudders, prompting a giggle from whoever is beside him.

patrick shoots up immediately, ready to attack, but his gaze locks with a pair of gentle, comforting eyes.

"how the fuck did you get in my room?" his raspy voice sends a shiver down (y/n)'s spine, causing the hairs on her arms to stand up. she quickly averts her gaze from his.

"i just wanted to say thank you, but your dad asked me to stay for breakfast." she extends her hand, fingers trembling slightly, palm open and inviting, "also he told me to give you these. i'll be on my way no–"

the petite woman is interrupted by patrick's low chuckles, which only make her more flustered.

he possessed a charming smile, his soft, pink lips curling gently at one corner, revealing gleaming teeth that seemed to radiate warmth, comforting her instantly.

"relax, lil' bit. i'm not gonna bite you." he sends her a lopsided smirk, "unless you want me to."

patrick wasn't sure what came over him; he was typically too reserved to make jokes of that nature. however, in that moment, he felt emboldened enough to playfully tease her.

"oh, gross." (y/n) tuts, grabbing his hand to pour the contents from hers.

she watches with curious eyes as he pops the pills into his mouth and gulps harshly.

"is that all?" he questions, noticing her staring.

"there's breakfast downstairs." she says, but neither of them make a move to go, "hey, patrick?"

he nods, leaving room for her to go on.

"um...it sounded almost like you were whimpering in your sleep. is everything okay?"

as soon as she asks the question, she regrets it, noticing his once-bright blue eyes growing darker.

"you can leave now."

(y/n) frantically shakes her head, "wait, i—"

"leave, (l/n)! didn't i already tell you if i saw you again i'd kill you? or are you just that stupid to not believe me?"

she tries to look him in the eyes but he won't let her, his hand reaching into his pocket and beginning to fiddle with the zippo.

"stop it! stop doing that and look at me!" (y/n) shouts, triggering him further. he starts to push her out of the room, initially trying to be gentle, but as she resists, he becomes rougher.

he doesn't stop until he's pushed her so hard that she falls down, leaving both of them staring at each other with shocked expressions.

"patrick? (y/n)? you kids alright up there?" mr.hockstetter's voice sounds from the bottom of the stairs.

"shit." patrick grumbles, reaching out a hand to help the girl up. she flinches at first, but hearing the older man's footsteps climbing the stairs, she allows him to help her.

"we're fine! i just tripped." (y/n) forces a dry chuckle, brushing herself off.

the footsteps stop and then fade away.

as soon as (y/n) is certain the eldest hockstetter is gone, she jerks her arm from patrick's grip and shoves his chest.

"what the hell, 'trick?"

"shut up." he growls, inching closer to her, "listen here, lil' bit. we're not friends, we're never going to be friends, and we'll never be more than friends. the only reason i even bother to pretend to like you is because you're bowers' cousin."

"fuck you." she scoffs, "you know, i've tried really hard not to believe all those rumors about you. turns out they were right. you're nothing but a low-life psychopath who killed his brother."

the long-haired boy scoffs, trying to hide the slight tinge of pain he felt hearing her say that.

he stands motionless, watching as she slowly walks toward the steps, her shoulders slightly hunched. a persistent voice in the back of his mind urges him to go after her, to call her name, to do something before she disappears from sight.

"come on, wait." he sighs, tugging her back until she almost knocks into his chest.

"why the hell would i do that? what happened to not being friends, huh?"

"i—" he begins to speak but cuts himself off, not exactly knowing what to say.

time seems to freeze as he blinks at her, struggling against the sudden magnetic pull. her eyes, deep and mesmerizing, draw him in like a whirlpool, their intensity captivating and inescapable.

patrick has never felt so weak.

he takes a step closer, their breaths mingling in the narrow space between them. his hand gently cups her cheek, the touch sending a shiver down her spine.

he hesitates, savoring the charged silence, the way her lips part slightly in expectation. then, slowly, he lowers his head, brushing his lips against hers with a feather-light touch.

the world seems to hold its breath.

her lips were soft and warm, and as patrick deepened the kiss, he felt her melt into him, her arms wrapping around his neck.

the kiss was tender and tentative at first, like a question, but it quickly grew more confident and urgent, their hearts beating in unison.

(y/n) abruptly pulls back, her fingers trembling as they hover over her lips, trying to comprehend what just transpired.

a heavy silence hangs in the air, stretching for what feels like an eternity, before she slowly retreats and then bolts down the stairs.

patrick remains still, his heart aching as he listens to the echo of the front door slamming shut.